"Nie Shaoyin, what do you miss most?" Wen Angju said clearly, surrounded by noise.
"The two of us drank a glass of lime water at that time." A familiar song played repeatedly in Sennheiser's headphones.
The person I miss the most is standing in front of me. There is no one I miss more than this person.
"Everything I have is luck, everything I have lost is life."
"It's not uncommon for me to go around the street for a week and I'll disappear."
One song "About Me Loving You" and one "Beneath Mount Fuji" seem to have finished singing about me.
Talking too much about dreams, the future, and youth seems like your tongue will be chewed to bits.
I recalled this past event again.
Things must have a beginning and an end, let it end here.
Also, let the insects in the grassy beach tell Nie Shaoyin that year, asking her to believe in love.
——Excerpted from Nie Shaoyin's 27th birthday diary